Midnight, and I’m a-waitin’ on the twelve-oh-five Shawshank, November 26, 2023 Yep, it’s another day, just starting. Good morning everyone. It’s Sunday, and of course, it’s freakin dark out. The wind is blowing, and I don’t know if it snowed a little more, or if the wind just moved the snow around in the night. Perhaps a combination of both. We’ll never know. Again, I was awake a little early this morning. I looked, out of curiosity. It was early. Thankfully, I was able to just close my eyes and go back to sleep. That’s a good thing. But yeah, it’s freakin dark out there. I don’t think the sun rises now until 8 or 8:30. Only 4 or 5 months before the sun will be up before we wake up. Tomorrow is the day. First day of a new job. I filled out the paperwork yesterday to bring in tomorrow. I only have questions about the Canadian tax stuff. Everything else is filled out. I think subconsciously I’m freaking out. There is nervousness, but I don’t feel it. I do when I think about it. I have to be up wicked early. I think that I won’t post until I get home after shift. I think it’ll be easier that way, I have a little bit to do. I haven’t made lunch for myself in the morning for years. I’ll be making that. So yeah not enough time. But this week is a training week so we’ll figure it out. Just not tomorrow. But it’s Sunday, and that means chore day! Yay chores! But before the chores, let’s get some more coffee into me. Let’s get the day started! In five minutes. Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournallazy SundaymorningsTinyTown
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